Northstar Vale natarum

"Are you hungry?" She asked, as it seemed like the most obvious answer to her questions. "Myself and my pack live here; I would have thought you would smell our markers."

Markings were a universal language as far as she new. She wasn't too angry however and, had to question if the rain had masked the scent at all. It could have nothing to do with the markings, however; this was quite the odd wolf.